She was already wet — she wanted this just as badly as he did — and Mor couldn't repress the keening sound that rose in her throat when he finally touched her. She raised her hips so she could press harder into his hand. He was starting to make it impossible for her to affect nonchalance, to affect that she was in control even in this —

She reached for his cock and ran her fingers up and own it, a little rough, inexpert.